The world's afire and none to save: Wind howl and rain rave, The world is all a wandering grave! The earth is but a blackened stone Whirling round a greater one, - Frozen sun whose light is done! All the jewels of the east, Gold and silver of the west, Buried are in ruin's breast. Wheel of terror, dreadful ball Black with death, containing all Bodies built since Adam's fall! Now are all the souls were born To your years of night and morn Gathered by an angel's horn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TUNICA PALLIO PROPRIOR by MARIANNE MOORE SUNSET FROM OMAHA HOTEL WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG THE LAWYERS KNOW TOO MUCH by CARL SANDBURG ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL |